Friday, February 20, 2009

Dear Granna,

We were talking about you last night. Sharing fond memories of the times we spent with you, of your haunted house, of that little room we would spend so much time in. Jen and Paul and Mom all had these wonderful memories, and it made me quite sad that I didn't get to experience all of the things they did. The last time I saw you I was 16, and we were in such a flurry of emotions because we were moving back to California after Mom's little adventure to PA... I tried to make plans to go see you many times after that, but life just kept getting in the way.

Though, I will never forget the Christmases that we spent at your house, and the tree that reached the ceiling...and openening all of the jewelry you gave us. You always had the best taste. Your house was so beautiful, so welcoming, so amazing. I think that was because it had you in it. I wish it was still in the family, but Aunt Pat did what she thought was best, and I can't be angry at her for it.

I miss you terribly. And I regret not making more memories with you. But Mom assures me that the letters we exchanged meant more to you than a lifetime of spending time together. I sure hope she is right. I hope the idea of you that I have is the real you, and that I can become that strong, amazing woman.

I am so lucky to have had such a wonderful woman like you in my life.

Kim